He Jiaren responded forcefully, "I would rather die than marry your son."
Ding Dafu's son, Ding Lei, was born with paralysis of his lower limbs and has liked He Jiaren since he was a child.
The Ding family came to the He family countless times to propose marriage.
If Zhou Huaian hadn't given her much more money as a gift than the Ding family, He Guangli would have betrothed her to Ding Lei long ago due to his greedy and snobbish nature.
"Not only are you divorced from Zhou Huaian, but Zhou Huaian is also dead."
"If my son hadn't always missed you, how could you, my husband's cousin, be qualified to enter my Ding family?"
Ding Dafu held his head high and his chest high, with an arrogant look on his face. He looked sideways at He Jiaren and sneered, "Don't be so shameless."
"Today, the Ding family is the most wealthy family in these eight villages. The family has a great business and a strong backing."
"You have to get married even if you don't want to."
"Who made my son fall in love with you?"
He Jiaren was so angry that her whole body trembled.
"take away."
Ding Dafu waved his hand to the people around him.
From beginning to end, he never even looked at Lin Feng.
"You forced a beautiful woman to marry your son, have you ever asked me for my opinion?"
Lin Feng held He Jiaren's slender waist and looked at Ding Dafu expressionlessly.
"Who the hell are you?"
Ding Dafu snorted with a deadpan smile, "If I ask for your opinion, like a cat and a dog, then I won't be laughed to death by people from these ten miles and eight villages?"
"Go away, you have nothing to do here."
He regarded Lin Feng as a helper to bury He Jiaren's mother in the coffin.
The few people who actually buried He Jiaren's mother in the coffin looked at Ding Dafu with an idiot's look, gloating about his misfortune.
Previously outside the He family's old house, they had all witnessed Lin Feng's miraculous skills and were so impressed by Lin Feng.
Therefore, they never believed that Ding Dafu could take advantage of Lin Feng in the slightest.
"I am He Jiaren's man."
"How come there is nothing to do with me here?"
As soon as Lin Feng said these words, He Jiaren's heart was filled with warmth and emotion, while Ding Dafu's anger was immediately ignited.
In fact, his request for He Jiaren to marry his son Ding Lei was just a pretense.
The truth is that he wanted to replace the disabled Ding Lei and sleep with He Jiaren.
Many years ago, he had been plotting against He Jiaren.
But it never happened.
Until last year, his daughter Ding Hui joined the Xu family, one of the top ten families in Xinghai.
When one person attains enlightenment, chickens and dogs ascend to heaven.
With the support of the Xu family, the Ding family rose instantly and expanded wildly, becoming the most powerful family in eight villages within ten miles.
However, He Jiaren did not come home for a long time.
It wasn't until today that he received the news that He Jiaren had returned home to collect her mother's body.
So, I took my clan members and made a special trip to the cemetery to wait for He Jiaren...
"Tuck this bastard thing into a coffin and bury it for me."
Ding Dafu ordered him to come out like a mountain.
As soon as he finished speaking, the tribesmen around him rushed towards Lin Feng.
Lin Feng picked up a piece of dead grass and flicked it out with his fingers.
"Whoosh whoosh..."
The withered grass was like a sharp sword, more like it had eyes, slicing across the ankles of Ding Dafu's tribe.
For a moment, blood flowed like a torrent.
The screams were loud.
In less than ten seconds, dozens of Ding Dafu's clan members were all lying on the ground like dead dogs, unable to stand up again.
Their hamstrings were all severed.
He will have to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.
"..."
Ding Dafu opened his mouth and was completely stunned.
What's going on?
Dozens of tribesmen who were vigorous and vigorous one second ago are all useless at this moment?!
"tell me……"
Lin Feng's sharp gaze stared into Ding Dafu's eyes, "How do you want to die?"
Dead grass stained red with blood.
At this moment, it was like a spirit floating in front of Ding Dafu's forehead.
Drops of blood slid along the tip of the grass and onto the bridge of Ding Dafu's nose.
"me……"
Ding Dafu's face was so pale that it was almost transparent, and he became increasingly frightened and could not even speak a complete sentence.
It wasn't until this moment that he realized belatedly that he had offended a hidden boss!
"Since you don't speak, I can only execute you in my own way."
Lin Feng flicked his finger in the air.
"Chi!"
Amidst the harsh and sharp sound, the withered grass penetrated Ding Dafu's forehead, flew out from his head, and when it was nailed into the ground, the roots of the grass trembled slightly like an arrow hitting a target, making bursts of buzzing sounds.
Ding Dafu fell to the ground.
die.
Mouth and eyes wide open.
A look of horror was fixed on his face.
"Gegege..."
Ding Dafu's clan members chattered with their teeth, but they couldn't even speak a word.
The clan leader was actually killed!
The patriarch who dominated one area and existed like a local emperor died under a withered grass!!!
"Dig a hole and bury him."
Lin Feng's careless words, to the ears of Ding Dafu's clan members, were like a thunderclap in their ears, shocking them so much that they did not dare to have the slightest idea of disobedience.
then.
Dozens of tribesmen lay on the ground and formed a circle. Enduring the severe pain from their fingers to their hearts, they used their hands to dig a one-meter-deep pit for Ding Dafu on the hard hillside.
buried in it.
Their ten fingers were all dripping with blood, and the bones were vaguely visible.
Then, amidst Lin Feng's scolding, he squirmed like a maggot and crawled down the mountain.
"Thank you for helping me out again."
"I really don't know what I would do without you this time."
He Jiaren nestled in Lin Feng's arms with tears in her eyes.
Lin Feng originally wanted to say a few words to tease He Jiaren.
However, when he then thought about He Jiaren's mother's body, her body was still cold and had not yet been buried, he swallowed back the words that had reached his lips.
"Sir...you...are you a god?"
One of the people who came to help asked Lin Feng in a weak voice.
"immortal?"
Lin Feng touched his nose with a confused look on his face.
Then, he suddenly realized and responded with a rare humility: "The method I just used was just a small trick."
"Not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning."
As soon as he finished speaking, the seven or eight people He Jiaren asked for help all knelt down at Lin Feng's feet in unison:
"Sir, you are indeed a god. Please accept my worship and bless me with food and clothing, and a healthy life."
"Today I got to see the true face of the gods. This time, who dares to say that there are no gods in this world?"
"It's my honor to be able to work for gods..."
…
Lin Feng, "..."
Completely speechless.
An hour later, He Jiaren's mother was laid to rest.
He Jiaren knelt in front of the grave and cried into tears.
Lin Feng crossed his arms on his chest and looked far into the distance.
He had no intention of comforting He Jiaren.
What He Jiaren needs is not his comfort.
But cry happily.
The person who came to help has already left.
Lin Feng and He Jiaren were the only ones left on the entire hillside.
at this time.
More than a dozen Jinbei cars roared over and stopped at the foot of the mountain.
Hundreds of strong men armed with machetes filed out of the car.
The leader was a middle-aged man over forty years old named Ding Yong, the eldest son of Ding Dafu. He had a fierce look on his face and shouted at everyone:
"Brothers, whoever can kill that bitch on the mountain and avenge my father, I will give him two million!"
Although everyone knew from the people who fled back to Dingjiazhuang, the man who killed the clan leader had extraordinary skills.
However, at this moment, under the temptation of the two million bounty, he suppressed his inner fear.
He screamed, picked up the machete, and rushed towards Lin Feng.
Everyone wants to kill Lin Feng and steal the bounty.
He Jiaren once again apologized to Lin Feng.
"It's fine."
Lin Feng patted He Jiaren on the shoulder, "Who said you are my woman?"
"This time, it won't be my turn to take action. The crisis in front of me will be solved by others."
He Jiaren was full of curiosity and was about to ask Lin Feng who was the person to solve the crisis when she suddenly heard the harsh sound of a motorcycle piercing the air.
He Jiaren looked around.
But she saw three very powerful motorcycles, like dragons, roaring out from the top of the mountain, leaping over her head, and jumping down the mountain.
"No one can rob me this time!"
"Whoever robs me will be in a hurry with me!"
Li Si's sharp shouts were heard over the loud noise of the motorcycle, and the words echoed clearly in everyone's ears.
Before he finished speaking, the shovel in Li Si's palm flew towards the crowd with the sound of rolling wind and thunder.
When the trio's motorcycle hit the ground, at least ten heads had been chopped off by shovels.
"Here comes a big job!"
"It feels so damn good!"
Li Sixheng was afraid that Zhang San and Lao Wang would take action before him.
Therefore, without even setting up the motorcycle stand, he jumped into the crowd.
He Jiaren, whose beauty turned pale, hugged Lin Feng's arm tightly.
During this period of time, she had seen Lin Feng's iron-blooded methods many times.
However, this was the first time she had seen such a bloody scene.
Li Si, holding a shovel, was like a tiger among sheep, invincible.
Where the shovel flew, heads were rolling and blood was flowing.
He is simply a killing god!
"Who...are they..."
He Jiaren's words made Lin Feng not sure how to answer.
The relationship between the forced king trio and him is very complicated.
They are fellow disciples, close friends, and superiors and subordinates.
Before Lin Feng could think of how to reply to He Jiaren, everyone except Ding Yong had their heads chopped off by Li Si.
"Happy! So happy!"
"What a fucking pleasure!"
At this time, Li Si was digging a hole, cheering like a child who got his favorite toy.
From the beginning to the end, Zhang San and Lao Wang had their arms folded in front of their chests, smiling as they watched Li Si show off his power.
"You...who are you?"
Ding Yong sat paralyzed on the ground and asked in a trembling voice with a bloodless face.